Zhang Yuanqing is a member of the second organization in Kangyang District. He may not reside in Kangyang District, but among the people I can reach right now, only he has the capacity to act swiftly and decisively—right now, I have no choice but to rely on him... The Night Wandering Deity excels at stealth; he is a strong candidate, yet Zhang Yuanqing represents an official figure. He will surely be reluctant to conflict with official Pilgrims. What if we could save the person without creating friction? I am simply brainstorming here—without any real impact. I’ll inform him of the situation and let him make his decision. This matter is one that I owe him a personal favor, and no longer can I refuse to assist in the faction matters... With thoughts swirling rapidly, Xiao Yuan’s tone remained calm yet firm: “Please describe your current situation.” “There are six people total—three guarding the exits, and three searching for me within the nightclub. I was injured during the confrontation and have had to hide. They’ve leveraged their official identities to control the night club's security staff and assist in the search.” Kou Beiyue spoke softly: “The nightclub is large. I can still remain hidden now, but it won’t be sustainable for long. Moreover, they are certain to notify the municipal police and other official Pilgrims—perhaps a larger contingent has already begun gathering…” Once the official personnel fully secure the night club, his fate will be sealed. Xiao Yuan listened quietly and then spoke with a steady, measured tone: “Keep hidden for now. Try to delay as long as possible. Switch your smartphone to silent mode and monitor it closely—someone might reach out.” “Xiao Yuan, do you have any way to rescue me?” “I don’t know yet—it depends on how lucky you are.” Xiao Yuan refrained from scolding, and hung up the phone. She opened her call log, accurately located Zhang Yuanqing’s number, and clicked to dial. “Hello? It's been a long night—Miss Xiao Yuan has missed me?” The sound of relaxed, familiar banter came through the speaker, accompanied by vibrant audio effects—either watching TV or playing a game. Xiao Yuan often found himself irritated by his natural ease in interaction and how he immediately defined her status as “aunt” rather than simply “sister.” Taking a deep breath, she cut through any formality: “I’m planning to kill one of my adversaries—a Pilgrim from the official organization. However, they anticipated the move and were able to counterattack; now I am trapped at the Red Dragon Nightclub on Bai Xi Road in Kangyang District.” “Can you assist me?” As she finished speaking, the audio effects faded away, and Zhang Yuanqing’s voice came through clearly: “I need two points—first, what is the nature of this grievance? Second, are we here to save him—or is it a matter of eliminating him?” Though he didn’t immediately commit, Xiao Yuan heard the sound of him changing shoes. She felt a subtle stir in her heart and spoke with added sincerity: “It’s a personal feud—though I can’t yet explain fully. But rest assured, my companions are not inherently cruel or bloodthirsty. My hope is that you will help me rescue him.” Xiao Yuan outlined the situation briefly and concluded: “That’s all—please decide whether to assist.” Saving the person is manageable—I cannot fight against the official Pilgrims at the Red Dragon Nightclub, which is only five kilometers from my home… Zhang Yuanqing added: “Why not request Master Wuhen to intervene?” He’s rather skeptical! Xiao Yuan sighed: “Master Wuhen’s principle is to forget past ties and let go of history. Kou Beiyue—yes, that's her name—is already in conflict with the official organization by initiating an assassination. This action violates his core philosophy. He hasn’t abandoned the past—he has chosen to oppose the officials directly. “If Master Wuhen becomes aware of this, he will likely expel her from the team—and how could he possibly help?” “I understand,” Zhang Yuanqing said. “I will go and rescue him—hope that he is indeed a good person as described. But please don’t expect too much from me.” Miss Xiao Yuan softly added: “No matter what, thank you so much.” Time didn’t allow them to linger any longer. As Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone, she swiftly grabbed her coat from the table and strode out of the bedroom with decisive steps. He knew well of the Red Dragon Nightclub—during his time in Songhai, when it was still a city known for lavish lifestyles and a bustling metropolis with high-end entertainment venues including opulent KTVs where guests often had to endure strong seafood servings just to reach the bathroom—it was already a familiar name. It was both close—less than five kilometers—and well-regarded for its luxury, especially praised for the quality of its young attendants. At that time, Zhang Yuanqing was still in high school and had imagined one day, with financial means, he would also enjoy such splendor, spending large sums to secure dancing performances from the young attendants—especially riding horse-dance routines. Years later, though, those dance styles became outdated, and the Red Dragon Nightclub itself has since evolved into a more refined establishment. Young dreams often fade away without even being noticed. The distance is short—walking is faster than taking a taxi. The time spent waiting for a bus is sufficient to reach his destination. As he exited the neighborhood, Zhang Yuanqing opened his smartphone and activated navigation toward the Red Dragon Nightclub, setting the volume to maximum before beginning to run. His pace was intense—equaling that of a high-speed vehicle in motion on an open stretch. Throughout the journey, the navigation prompts echoed constantly: “Please slow down—you are exceeding speed limits…” “Please slow down—you are exceeding speed limits…” Soon, he spotted the grand building adorned with vibrant neon lights, three stories tall and shaped like a curved "concave" structure—large in scale. The front courtyard was filled with various vehicles; the words “Red Dragon Nightclub” glowed brightly, with a radiant edge of colorful LED strips outlining the letters. Zhang Yuanqing stopped beside one sleek black sedan labeled “Don’t Touch Me.” He stepped behind it and pulled out his smartphone, turned off navigation, and then clicked on the phone number sent by Miss Xiao Yuan in her chat app. Before dialing, he immediately hung up and switched to sending a text message: “Please inform me of your exact location within the nightclub—Miss Xiao Yuan has instructed me to rescue you.” Calling now might act as a liability; sending a text message offers greater security. A few seconds later, the reply came through: “I’m in the third-from-last package room on the second floor.” Zhang Yuanqing responded: “I’ll be there—wait for me!” He powered off his smartphone and looked toward the main entrance of the nightclub. The Night Wandering Deity’s gaze pierced into darkness, seeing four individuals standing guard at the door—dressed in tailored suits, clearly members of the night club’s security staff. At the front courtyard, two people were constantly patrolling—wearing casual attire—one a middle-aged man and the other a young man. This effectively prevented any possibility of enemy escape by jumping or fleeing. “I can easily enter and remain hidden,” Zhang Yuanqing thought, “but how will I exit? Miss Xiao Yuan’s companion likely lacks strong concealment techniques; otherwise, they would have already escaped.” Rapidly thinking through options: “Could I use the mask ring to disguise myself? No—if I am an official member, the night club will remain under lock and key. Once reinforcements arrive, each guest will be individually questioned—no matter how well disguised, I won’t make it out. And if I forcibly break through, I’ll need no mask at all.” “If I choose to storm in, then I must anticipate a challenge—one of the Pilgrims may react negatively. In that case, the rumor would spread—Zhang Yuanqing collaborating with the Evil Organization.” This presents a complication. Yet he still decided to proceed. First, it builds goodwill with Miss Xiao Yuan. Second, if the person in question is truly a benevolent member of the Evil Organization, then his assistance will not be merely diplomatic—it will be genuine and heartfelt. Afterward, however, he would certainly investigate the full context behind this matter. After several seconds of reflection, Zhang Yuanqing formed a clear strategy—first, disguise himself, enter the night club casually, and appear as if struggling to break free from confinement in order to escape obstacles. The personnel patrolling at the entrance will notify the staff inside upon seeing him. Once they emerge, I will redirect them—to then allow Miss Xiao Yuan’s companion to escape unnoticed. With this plan formed, Zhang Yuanqing immediately sent a message to Miss Xiao Yuan: “Please send over his photo—quick!” Within seconds, the photo arrived. It was evident that Miss Xiao Yuan had been actively monitoring messages and updates throughout the process. Zhang Yuanqing opened his items panel, retrieved the mask ring, and donned it. Then he stared closely at the young man in the photograph. The boy appeared to be about sixteen years old—pale complexion, thick eyebrows, eyes shining with brilliance—both handsome and sharp-featured. As Zhang Yuanqing’s face gradually shifted, his own features flowed into that of a strong-willed youth. He exited the chat app and composed a message for the young man inside: “Stay hidden. Wait for my instructions—I’ll tell you when to move. As soon as I say it, you will immediately rise and escape.” After sending the message, he did not check for a reply—instead, he summoned the Power of the Moon, activated Night Wandering, and gradually dissipated into the night air… In the dimly lit room, Kou Beiyue pulled out her smartphone and read through the message with a furrowed brow. A moment passed before she realized his intention clearly: He intends to distract the enemy? Six official Pilgrims—among whom one holds a Pilgrim rank—is that even possible? Could someone truly achieve this level of action? At least a Sage, surely? Who is he from? A friend in Songhai? The background noise was filled with music and soft ambient lighting from the television screen, which subtly filtered through her flowing silk dress. Indeed—Kou Beiyue found herself seated within that young woman’s loose gown. This had been the young woman she encountered at the entrance of the restroom—when Kou Beiyue had sustained a serious injury with no escape route. In a moment of inspiration, she had captured the girl's attention and gently enchanted her, persuading her to become her protective umbrella. By leveraging the softness of an Enchantment Demon’s grace, Kou Beiyue concealed herself beneath the woman’s gown and followed her step-by-step into the private package room. Shortly thereafter, the night club security staff arrived at the entrance, informing guests that something had occurred within—please remain in your rooms and avoid leaving. The guests were already well-drunk and enjoying themselves, so they paid little attention—as long as they could continue singing, everything was fine. In fact, Kou Beiyue had another plan—to provoke disturbances among the guests and create chaos to facilitate her escape. But the power of an Elevated Stage Enchantment Demon, capable of influencing large groups, requires a considerable amount of time—time that the enemy simply won’t afford. At that moment, the door to the package room was pushed open, followed by lights turning on and music fading out. “What is going on?” “Who in the world is this? Are they ready to die?” The guests near the doorway complained loudly. A man standing at the entrance raised his voice: “I am a police officer—there’s a fugitive who has just entered. I need your cooperation.” Though Kou Beiyue couldn’t see outside, the complaints ceased immediately as he spoke. Then came the exchange between the official Pilgrim and security staff: “Did anyone leave the room?” “No one did.” “How many people were in this package room—seven at first, correct?” “Yes—we’ve confirmed that.” The official Pilgrim entered and scanned each person with sharp, focused eyes. As he reviewed their identification cards and listened to them name their companions, he noticed that the young woman standing by the large screen and holding a microphone remained motionless throughout. His gaze narrowed immediately—then he took a step closer and said: “Please present your ID card.” “No card!” The woman in the flowing gown rolled her eyes. The official Pilgrim examined her carefully, then added: “Could you walk to the sofa?” She remained still. At that moment, the official Pilgrim felt a sharp sense of urgency—instinctively reaching for his Walkie-Talkie and preparing to summon fellow team members. Meanwhile, Kou Beiyue beneath the gown tensed fully—her muscles taut like those of a poised leopard ready to spring into action. And just then, the official’s Walkie-Talkie buzzed with an urgent voice: “He has gone outside—he's moving quickly—we need immediate assistance…” The sound of crackling static was accompanied by the sounds of intense combat. The official Pilgrim in the package room looked startled—then turned and rushed toward the door. “Ahhh…!” Kou Beiyue exhaled deeply, feeling a profound sense of relief—and only one thought emerged: Is Miss Xiao Yuan’s friend truly going to face off against six official Pilgrims head-on?